Sports and the Real World
I've been a Mets fan all my life. And I do mean, all my life. I was about 3 years old when they won the World Series in 1969. I have a memory of sitting in my living room watching a baseball game on our black and white television. My parents were never sports fans. Why do I have this memory?Something inside of me must have drawn me to it when flipping channels at a young age, or someone who was watching me one day had the game on. It wasn't until 1975 that I really picked up on the game on my own. By 1976 I had my father taking me to games; something I really think he grew to enjoy. All those years I was a fan. They graced the basement position in the standings of the National League East. They traded away some of their best players. Still, I remained a fan. I lived through the baseball strike in 1982. By then Id figured out how to take the bus and trains into games myself. In 1986 all of my faith was rewa...